This ToT is actually harder than it looks.
1. My first car was a Ford Fiesta. I kept it for about 7 years. My father helped me negotiate the price. I really wanted a Honda Accord, but was $1700 short. Ford stands for Fix Or Repair Daily. I knew I had a lemon when one of the plastic levers inside the car snapped off during the first cold days of ownership. I think it was the controls for the heater. It never got better. The turn signals kept refusing to blink. My then-boyfriend did a better job than the dealership. He wiped some grease off the contacts. I was so happy when I could sell her. (Yes, she was bright yellow. I needed a car, and that was what they had on the lot. There is another story for another time about learning how to drive stick shift, because that is also all they had on the lot. I may have been braver back then.)
2. Honda Civic Wagovan: This was the closest I could get to the Accord, financially. I was at the end of my residency, and without enough salary. How long did she last? Probably about 7 or 8 years. I picked her up in the middle of a weird April blizzard. The car saleslady forgot to give me the plates. I wasn't stopped by the police. She had to deliver them through the same 17 miles I had just driven, in the blizzard.
3/4. Honda Accord #1 and #2: Of course. The only reason I traded the second one in was because it was not AWD, and I needed AWD.
5. Audi A4 AWD: The car of my heart. Zippy. Beautiful. Drove like she was on rails. But then at 59,000 miles, she developed an oil leak. Unfixable, just controllable. The rear bearings went 1000 miles later. More shit happened. I do not do expensive children. I think she was 6 years old when I traded her in for a
6. Lexus IS 250 AWD: Comfortable? Yes. Zippy? No. Reliable? Pretty much. Exciting? No. This is not the car of my heart. It is a tool.
There are no others. I keep cars for a long time, just like Click and Clack recommended. Mr. E has driven a Nissan Sentra, and three Subaru Imprezas. The Imprezas get us to ski country up north. Each one earns the name Sure-Footed Beast, or (predictably), SFB for short.
Just getting this one in under the wire. It is still Tuesday.